Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.

Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.

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The wise little girl came home From school with her bag. She put the plates on the table And the heavy glasses And then she washed herself at the pump In the square without wetting her apron. And as soon as her little brother was asleep in his cot She went to sit on the worn stone To watch the evening star.

Who are you, unknown one, lost dog? You dream, you sleep; Perhaps you would like Me to scratch you here, behind your ears, Sweet dog on the pavement, Catching my eyes With your black and white face? Who are you, unknown one, lost dog?

The little sick boy No longer wants to look at pictures; He shuts his weary eyes And lets his hot hands flop on the cover. His mother opens the window and the white curtain Blows in and out on the May evening. He hears the others playing and they hop And shriek along the pavement. Then he turns his head and cries silently Into his small folded arm.

When father finds a hedgehog He brings it up to the house. It is given some warm milk In the bottom of a plate. It does not want to uncurl Because it hears voices – But if we leave the kitchen It shows its naughty little head.